Seeing less of my old shark image

[Underdog]

Ugh, since I'm killing time waiting to pick up D10 from gymnastics, thought I'd get a post in.

WARNING: I'm not only PMSing but since I'm also menopausal, my hormones are totally whacked. Emotions are still not very considerate or helpful.

On my way to the gym before home, I had to find a mailbox that still had a pickup time... every single one I stopped at had already been picked up. I spotted one in front of a drycleaner's and figured I would drop the mortgage pmt (due on Thursday) in, regardless of the pickup time. Which, as it turned out, had already occurred.

It's a little brisk outside and I'm wearing sleeveless gym attire. And then I locked my keys in the car, while it was still running.

Can you say moron? Yes, MORON.

I had to call Mr. Wonderful from the drycleaner's (thanks to the nice guy who worked there) and ask him to please head to the house to pick up my spare and bring it to me. Then I had the rare opportunity to loiter while I waited. Thank goodness the clerk didn't kick me out--it was cold outside.

I had an hour to think about how the old me would have handled it if he had been the moron. It wouldn't have been pretty. Then I tried to imagine myself even close to being nice now that I'm not a shark. That was an image I was more able to conjure, but not quite truthfully.

The fact is that Mr. Wonderful was really swell about the whole thing. He arrived with a smile and both girls in tow and said pleasantly, "It's not like I haven't done this before. You bailed me out, so no worries."

I did? I shudder to think of my reaction.

It depressed me. And I wasn't feeling undepressed to begin with. I'm heading home to the tweedle dee extended family, who are still going to ask me about him. I'm doing my best to think of a one liner that doesn't sound sarcastic or untruthful. It will come, I'm sure.

Fortunately, my cainer-cast (horrorscope) told me that things were going to turn out better than I think. I hope that means with my M. If not, my hormones will probably be leveled out by the time I figure this out.

At least one can only hope?

Don't worry. None of this maudlin stuff is being shared with my estranged alien. It's just me that is subjected to dealing with myself.

Time to go put the last load of unexpected laundry in the dryer. D7 peed in her pants today and Mr. W. rinsed out the clothes, but they still needed to be washed.

I'll check back in tomorrow before heading out.

Ciao for now.